"Yeah, back at the Roadhouse they got some bungalows and that's for the people who like to go down slow. Let it roll, baby, roll. Let it roll, baby, roll. Let it roll, baby, roll. Let it roll, all night long."

Roadhouse Blues by The Doors played out of the speakers of the jukebox in the bar. Gabrielle and Sam sat at one of the tables, Sam skimmed through some local webpages on his laptop using the bar's wifi, while Gabrielle took a drink of her beer as she read through the paper trying to see if they could find a hunt to pick up on, while Dean and Liz were over at the pool table playing a game with two big biker guys, who were pissed because Liz was kicking their asses, "Ha!" Dean laughed, taking a sip of his beer as Liz had just managed to pocket the 8 ball, which just won her eight-hundred bucks in cash.

Liz leaned the pool stick up against the pool table and then crossed her arms grinning over at the two older biker guys just lost to her, "Sorry boys, looks like I won." She smiled over at them, Dean grinned as he stood next to her.

The oldest biker, who was probably in his early or mid 50s, with a long grey beard to his chest and wavy grey hair. Wearing a studded leather jacket, that read Harley Davidson on the back over a black shirt that also read Harley Davidson on it; pulled out eight hundred dollar bills and walked over to Liz handing them over to her, "Damn, I've never seen a chick play so well at pool before."

Liz grinned, taking the money and then putting it in her pocket, "You're lucky you didn't go up against me in poker." Dean chuckled, the biker looked over at him glaring, then turned around and him and his buddy walked away. Dean turned to Liz, as she leaned the pool stick up against the pool table and grabbed her beer on the table next to it, then she turned around to him, "What?" She asked, as he walked up to her setting his beer down on the table and then wrapping his arms around her waist pulling her close and then giving her a kiss on the lips, which Liz returned to him.

Dean pulled away and the two looked at each other in the eyes, "Did I mention how much I love you?"

Liz rolled her eyes, "You're only saying that because I won us eight-hundred bucks."

Dean nodded his head to the slight, "Yeah..." Liz put her head back and blinked, Dean laughed as he looked back at her, "Come on, you know I love you." He then pulled her closer so where they were now chest to chest, then leaned down and kissed her again, "How about, me and you take a ride in my car, find ourselves a spot, put on some Zeppelin? Hmm? What'd you say?" He asked, biting the bottom of his lip.

Liz leaned up and kissed Dean back, "I say hell yes." She whispered seductively, as she pulled back. Dean grinned, wrapped his arm around her shoulder then turning to grab his beer on the pool table and the two walked up to where Sam and Gabrielle sat at the table.

"Oh, hey we were just about to go get you guys." Gabrielle commented, as they walked up. Dean groaned, knowing that they were probably going to ruin what him and Liz had just planned, "We picked up a hunt; some chick named Janet Dutton bled to death and died her bathroom after all her teeth fell out. Authorities are baffled."

Dean put his head back, "Seriously? We were just about to get out of here." He was not in the mood to go chasing a hunt right now, he'd rather be having sex with Liz in the back of the Impala. Hunting could wait.

Sam chuckled, "Yeah, sorry, but no."

Liz sighed, "Come on, can we like go after it in the morning? Dean and I kinda planned something. How far is the place anyways?" She asked, as she took a sip of her beer.

"It's only about a two hour drive..." Gabrielle replied, but sure they could go in the morning, but she wanted to save Sam from having to smell the after sex in the back of the Impala the next morning. After all, Dean and Liz had done that to her last week. She had to have the window down and freeze almost to death because of the cold January air while the Trans Am drove down the highway, so she wouldn't smell the wrenched smell in the backseat. She didn't think Sam should be put through it either, "But it'd be better if we got there in the morn-"

"Great!" Dean spoke up, cutting her off and not listening to her last sentence, having Gabrielle bit her lip and lifted her eyes up in irritation, "We'll pick it up in the morning." He said, both him and Liz taking one last sip of their beers before putting them down on the table and then Dean patted Sam on the back and Sam jumped, but with not the best expression on his face. Dean and Liz laughed as they walked their way out of the bar.

Gabrielle shrugged, "Sorry, Sam. I tried saving you."

Sam groaned, as he pulled out some bills in his pocket to pay for the beer, "I'm gonna make sure we buy some air freshner at the store before we head back to the motel."

Gabrielle huffed, "Why didn't I think of that last week?" Sam laughed, as he closed his laptop and picked it up while him and Gabrielle stood up from their seats and then pushed them in, "I swear, those two couldn't go a week without sex, like they wouldn't even attempt it. It would probably kill them."

Sam laughed, opening the door and moving to the side to let Gabrielle out first, "You know, I'm just glad that Dean isn't sleeping around like he used to. He's actually finally committed himself to one girl." He said, as he closed the door and followed Gabrielle out into the parking lot.

Gabrielle chuckled, "Eh, true." She agreed, as she pulled the keys to the Trans Am and throwing them over to Sam, as they got up to the car, "And he's actually been with her for at least, what? Six? Seven months now?" She asked, as she walked over to the passenger side and the two leaned up against the car looking across from each other.

"Just about. Longest relationship he's ever had, truth be told."

Gabrielle sighed, looking over to the side, "Yeah, but do you think he's only doing it because he's going to Hell?" She asked, turning back to look over at Sam.

Sam shook his head, "I wouldn't believe so. Even with all the women Dean ever slept with or had a short fling with, he never really cared for any of them as much as he does for Liz. He's different around her," Gabrielle nodded, while Sam continued, "And even though he's going to Hell in a few months, she's still somehow made him happy and been able to put an actual smile on his face."

Gabrielle half smiled, "Yeah, you're right." She sighed, taking her hand off the Trans Am and then running it through her black hair, "I just wish we could find a way to save him." She still thought about her vision, even though she actually hadn't had it for a while, but it wasn't hard to forgot about.

"You're still worried about your vision, aren't you?"

Gabrielle nodded, looking down at her reflection on the hood of the Trans Am from the light that shined down on it from the street lamp, "I haven't had it in a few weeks, but I'm still worried. I don't want to lose my sister."

Sam took a huge sigh, "You won't. If you haven't had your vision in a while, doesn't that mean that it's not gonna come true now?"

Gabrielle shrugged, "I don't know. This has never happened. I mean, when I had told Liz the first time about my vision when it was about her, Robby, and Mark, it had only changed, it didn't stop and Mark still died. So, I don't know if this means my vision won't come true now or not."

Sam raised an eyebrow, finding it odd that Gabrielle's visions had just randomly stopped and she hadn't had any in weeks. Was that suppose to mean something? If it did, he didn't know. He sighed, "Come on, let's go back to the motel and get some sleep." Gabrielle nodded her head, opening the door to the Trans Am and getting in, while Sam followed in salute.

xxxxxx

The next morning, Dean walked back into the motel after he had packed his stuff into the Impala, humming the tune to Black Dog by Led Zeppelin; one of the many songs that had helped set the mood of last night, which had been yet again another amazing night between him and Liz in the backseat of the Impala. He swore, every night they spent together got better and better each time. Then again, every time they did have sex, it never sucked.

He stopped humming and raised an eyebrow, looking over to see Liz laid down on the bed, her feet on the ground while she sucked in her tummy as she tried to zip up her pants, which she seemed to be having difficulty with doing so, "Come on you bastard! Zip!" She yelled, groaning as she tried pulling the zipper up and put her head back on the bed.

"Think you need to start cutting back on some foods there." Dean joked, Liz rolled her eyes and stood up walking over to her duffel on the table to change into a different pair of pants, since she couldn't manage to get her pants zipped

Liz pulled out a pair of pants from the duffel bag that were another size up, then turned to Dean, "Oh, shut up!" Dean half smiled, with a laugh as Liz changed into her other jeans. He crossed his arms watching Liz as she threw out words and cursed at her pants for not fitting her, though just the other week she could fit perfectly fine in those pants, now she could barely get them on. He took a notice at her hips after she had taken her pants off so then she was just in her underwear and a black shirt; she did look a little curvy around the waist line, but of course he didn't see anything to it and thought she had just been eating too much...which, she had been lately, "Ugh. It's because of all that pie you ever get and then leave left over for me." She snapped, as she zipped up the pants successfully and threw the other pair into the duffel. Then, grabbed her jacket on the chair and put it on her.

Dean put his hands up in defense, "Hey, don't blame the pie. You could just say no when I offer some to you."

Liz rolled her eyes, turning over to her duffel and zipping it up and then taking the strap and hanging it over her shoulder, "Shut up. Let's just go."

Dean tilted his head with an eyebrow raised, watching as Liz walked past him and turned and followed her out of the room closing the door behind him. Sam had just walked out of him and Gabrielle's room and noticed Liz somewhat steam off over to the Trans Am, Sam look over at Dean, who was beyond confused, "What's wrong with her?" Sam asked, assuming that Dean had said something to piss her off.

Dean shrugged, "I don't know. I thought the sex was amazing last night; she's just suddenly moody this morning because she couldn't fit into her pants." Sam half laughed, looking over at Liz as she slammed the Trans Am's trunk, "And now she's taking it out on her car."

Sam turned, hearing the door of him and Gabrielle's motel room open and Gabrielle walked out with her duffel over her shoulder, "So, we going to hit the road now or what?" She asked, then walked between Sam and Dean over towards the Trans Am. Dean sighed, following her and Sam trailed behind him over to the Impala.

xxxxxx

After the two hour car ride the four now were at the scene, Sam and Gabrielle searched the bathroom where Janet had died, while Dean and Liz asked Paul questions, "She was so scared. I couldn't help; I couldn't do anything to stop it. And I've talked to the police, and I've talked to the medical examiner and no one can explain it." Paul said to them, Liz gave him a sympathetic smile.

"Well that's why they put the call in to us Mr. Dutton." Dean spoke up.

"But the CDC, that's disease control right? What do you think; it's some kind of virus?"

"There could be a possibility." Liz answered, with a shrug.

"But, we're not ruling out anything yet." Dean added, "Mr. Dutton did Janet have any enemies?"

"I'm sorry?"

"Would there have been anyone that I don't know, might've wanted to hurt her?" Liz asked.

"Wait, what are you saying?" Paul asked, as he stood up confused, "That somebody poisoned her?"

"We're just saying we have to cover every base here." Dean replied, trying not to alarm Paul.

"Well, I mean, what kind of poison? You think a person could have done this?"

"Would anyone want to?"

"What?! No, no, there's just no one that could've-" Paul paused, Liz raised an eyebrow in suspicion.

"Mr. Dutton?" Liz turned her head, to see Gabrielle and Sam walk out of the bathroom and stand at the entrance.

"Uh, everyone loved Janet."

Dean looked over to Sam, who gave Dean a nod to show they were done, then Dean looked back at Paul, "Okay. Thank you very much; I think we've got everything we need. We'll get out of your way now." Dean said, as he looked over at Sam and Gabrielle who walked over to them, then him and Liz turned to walk out of the house as Sam and Gabrielle followed behind them, "That dude seem a little evasive to you?" Dean asked, as they walked out of the house towards the Impala and Trans Am parked along the sidewalk. It was raining and Liz wanted to get quickly into the Trans Am as possible, she hated standing out in rain, it was going to ruin her hair.

"Dean, his wife had just died, he's gonna want to avoid talking about a lot of things." Liz replied, Dean tilted his head, pushing his lips out and half nodded in a slight agreement, "So, what'd you guys find in the bathroom?"

"Something quite interesting." Gabrielle answered, looking over at Sam.

"This." Sam said, as he pulled a hex bag out of his pocket and they all stopped at the sidewalk, while Sam handed the hex bag over to Dean.

"Awww gross." Dean said, as he opened the hex bag to look at what was all in it.

"Yeah, there are bird bones, rabbit's teeth. This cloth is probably cut from something Janet Dutton owned." Sam said, as he pointed at all the things in the hex bag.

Liz felt like she was going to hurl looking at the bones and other stuff in the cloth, "That's just nasty." She said.

"So we're thinking witch?" Dean said, as he handed the hex bag back over to Sam as they all walked over to the Impala.

Gabrielle nodded her head, "Yup. Definite witch."

"And not some new age wicked water douser either." Sam added into Gabrielle's answer, "This is old world black magic. Warts and all." He said, as he opened the Impala door and got in, Dean followed in salute, not happy about the fact they were dealing with witches. He hated witches.

Gabrielle and Liz walked over towards the Trans Am and then got in, Liz looked at her hair in the mirror and groaned seeing that the rain had taken the tease out, ""Damn, rain." She cursed, while she took her hands and shook her hair, seeing she would have to tease up her hair again when they got back to the motel and she was pretty sure she was almost out of hairspray. Gabrielle laughed at her sister pissed at the rain for taking the tease out of her hair. She still never understood why Liz continued to tease her hair when that hairstyle made her stick out like a sore thumb, she wished her sister would actually get into the right era.

"I think the rain is trying to say to you that hairstyle is no longer in style." Gabrielle commented, as Liz looked over at her sister and glared.

Liz snorted, "What are you now? The fashion police?" She snapped back at her sister. She didn't know why Gabrielle continued to bother her about the way she did her hair. She loved the hairstyle and she didn't care how out of style it was or not, if she wanted to keep her hair teased in an 80s fashion, she would. She didn't care about what anyone else thought about it, she liked it.

Gabrielle scoffed, "Liz, I'm just saying you've had that hairstyle ever since you saw the music video to Cherry Pie."

"So?"

Gabrielle sighed, "That video came out in 1990, it's 2008."

Liz rolled her eyes at her sister, then turned her attention to the road, as she put the keys in and started up the Trans Am, then she tilted her head and looked from the corner of her eye over at Gabrielle, "You're just jealous that I can still pull it off." Gabrielle shook her head, while Liz laughed and turned the radio up letting the cassette she had been previously listening to which was Judas Priest's album Painkiller and blasted the song 'Metal Meltdown' through the Trans Am's speakers as she followed the Impala back to the motel. Gabrielle sighed, seeing that Liz was putting her through listening to the same Judas Priest album over again and it didn't help that Liz actually sang along. She couldn't wait to get back to the motel.